Dead Kitty Trap

I was out sitting beside the driveway watching Will ride his bike when Steve drove up. He joined me, and we sit outside in the pleasant weather for about an hour or so. Will stopped riding his bike at some point and started playing in the gravel/rocks along the side of the driveway.

Before you know it, he's digging a hole. While we are sitting there talking a cat runs across the road in front of us and Steve mummers in an evil voice, "Here Kitty, Kitty."

That reminded me to tell him about the day before when Will and I were driving through the neighborhood and Will saw a cat. He said emphatically, "We hate kitties." I just rolled my eyes, knowing exactly where he got that opinion.

"Why? Why do we hate kitties, Will?"

"Because they are evil," he responds, like I'm an idiot and didn't know that.

Steve laughs.

Then we ask Will what he is digging. "A dead kitty trap," he mumbles. Steve laughs harder. Death has been spoken of a lot in our house lately, but I don't think Will has grasped the concept. I'm pretty sure he meant he was going to trap and KILL a kitty . . . which isn't really better.

"If you are going to catch dead kitties," I ask, "what are you going to bate your trap with?"

"Dead catnap," Steve replies.